Spiritual Walker

Zhang Yuanqing thought silently for a long time and decided not to expose the existence of the red dancing shoes for the time being.

First of all, Ou Xiangrong's escape had just begun, and the Five Elements Alliance had not yet started its follow-up actions. As an official organization, there might be other ways to track the bewitching demon.

There was no need for him, a newcomer, to intervene.

Secondly, he was only a level 1 Night Wanderer, a newcomer among the Spiritual Realm Walkers. If he exposed the existence of the rule-based props, it would probably attract covetousness.

Wait and see what the organization does next, and then make a choice based on the situation... Zhang Yuanqing no longer thought about it, looking at the night view outside the car window, waiting to reach the destination.

Now, improving strength is the most important thing.

Five minutes later, the taxi got off at the gate of "Songhai Pulmonary Hospital". After paying the fare, Zhang Yuanqing entered the hospital and headed towards the emergency department building with a clear goal.

At this time, the outpatient department had already closed, and the hospital and patients were mainly concentrated in the emergency department.

The emergency department was crowded with people. Patients who came to see a doctor either sat on public chairs or walked between the billing window and various departments.

Zhang Yuanqing walked through the billing hall, through the bustling crowd, and found a seat near the toilet.

After sitting down, he stretched out his legs and waited for the opportunity.

For the spirits, the breath of the night wandering god is like a firefly in the dark, so dazzling and bright.

There is no need to look for them deliberately, they will come to the door by themselves.

The spirit of an ordinary person only exists for seven days. Unless someone has just died nearby, you can't wait for the spirit to come to the door automatically, so the hospital is the best place to upgrade.

About five minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing saw an old man in a hospital gown, with a dull look and stiff steps, walking through the crowd and towards him.

The old man's body is between illusion and reality. The patients passing through his body are like passing through the air.

He looks haggard, with creepy white pupils, and exudes the breath of pain and regret.

This is a vengeful spirit.

Generally speaking, people will turn into resentful spirits after death. There is no peaceful spirit because no one is willing to die.

Their attachment to life and fear of death will eventually turn into helpless resentment.

Seeing the old man approaching, Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and took a light breath.

The old man's spirit turned into green smoke, which floated into his mouth.

His eyebrows were swollen and painful, and his consciousness suddenly expanded. Zhang Yuanqing read the broken memories of the old man before his death.

The old man died of advanced lung cancer. In the second half of his life, he passed away in the dual torture of chemotherapy and cancer. He coughed up blood, lost his hair, was short of breath, and was in pain... He did not leave peacefully.

The last remaining thought was to regret why he smoked.

"I will never smoke again..."

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and blurted out with regret on his face.

The people around him looked at him in surprise.

.... Zhang Yuanqing had a blank expression on his face, pretending that what happened just now did not happen to cover up the embarrassment in his heart.

Until the passers-by looked away and his surging emotions calmed down, he clicked on the attribute panel, and the fluorescent blue screen unfolded:

[Experience value: 44.5%]

"Zhao Yingjun's spirit is worth two experience points, while ordinary people only have 0.5, similar to ordinary wild monsters and elite monsters? And the experience value will decrease as time goes by, I'm afraid there will be no 0.5, it seems that we can only accumulate a little to make a lot..." Zhang Yuanqing thought.

In any case, this intuitive and visible improvement makes people happy.

He returned to his seat and pretended that what happened just now had not happened. After a few minutes, a middle-aged uncle dressed in a suit and an office worker came towards him in a daze.

The people around him ignored the uncle and passed through him.

Zhang Yuanqing absorbed the uncle's spirit in the same way. When the spirit was transformed into the power to nourish the night wandering god, some memories came like a tide.

The middle-aged uncle died of excessive fatigue, sudden death from myocardial infarction, and died of the well-known 996 blessing.

The uncle passed away peacefully. After all, sudden death happens in an instant, and you can't even feel the pain.

But after reading the uncle's memory, Zhang Yuanqing knew that his wife had just given birth to her second child, and the child was still in swaddling clothes. It was to earn money for milk powder that she worked so hard and devoted herself to the blessings.

What's more worth mentioning is that the uncle was born in the 1980s. People born in that era rarely have brothers and sisters. Once a person dies, their parents will have no future.

Using life to make money, everything loses its meaning in the end.

Zhang Yuanqing regained consciousness and felt a piercing sadness and confusion.

What's the meaning of such a life? He sat blankly, without any expression for a long time.

At this time, the third spirit came over.

It was a lady with beautiful facial features, Korean semi-permanent eyebrows, and the clothes she wore were also luxurious and exquisite.

High-quality human women.

"She died so young and beautiful, what a pity..."

When he got closer, Zhang Yuanqing found that her chest was sunken, and her black slim-fitting clothes were soaked with illusory blood. In addition, the back of her head seemed to have been hit unimaginably hard, and the blood stuck her hair into wisps.

She was not wearing a hospital gown, which means that she did not die during hospitalization, but died of an accident or homicide... Zhang Yuanqing sucked gently and swallowed the spirit of the high-quality woman.

......

His eyebrows swelled, and memories that did not belong to him poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes went dark, and then he saw a pair of slender, white legs sitting on the bed, rolling up black stockings on his thighs little by little.

Oh, so this is how women wear stockings... Zhang Yuanqing, who had been single for 20 years, gained a wave of knowledge.

At this time, a man's smoky voice came from behind him:

"Don't send me messages at night in the future. My wife almost saw it last night."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat at that time.

Men, bed, wearing stockings... Anyone can guess what happened just now.

Don't devour female spirits easily in the future, it's not appropriate! He muttered in his heart with great relief. Fortunately, the memory started from wearing stockings. If it was pushed back a few minutes, he might have been lying or kneeling...

Well, there was no strange taste in his mouth, fortunately, fortunately... Just as he was thinking, he heard the woman he "possessed" hum:

"That's just right, you divorce and marry me."

The man behind him put on his clothes and sneered:

"I have a son and a daughter, and I am planning to have a third child next year. Why should I divorce for you? Besides, half of the property will be divided after the divorce.

"Didn't we agree at the time that you would be the mistress and I would give you money. When you save enough money, you can marry whoever you want, or find an honest man to marry. If you want to break up one day, just notify me. However, don't have thoughts that you shouldn't have. "

The woman seemed angry and didn't say another word. After the man left, she drove her BMW on the street to vent her emotions.

In the end, she had a car accident and died despite rescue efforts.

The scene ended. Zhang Yuanqing opened her eyes and pinched her swollen eyebrows. She felt indignant and thought to herself, sister, why bother? High-end seafood merchants often only need a simple auction method. There is a market everywhere. Why bother to get angry with a man? How many men are good?

Also, it is impossible to marry an honest man, not in this life.

He thought so and suddenly realized something was wrong?

Why do I have such a strong sense of substitution for women? I am obviously a spearman.

After a few seconds, Zhang Yuanqing realized that he was unconsciously influenced by high-quality women, his thoughts were feminine, and he had a strong desire for money and material things in his heart.

And the "no smoking" that he blurted out just now was also influenced by the old man's spirit.

After he stabilized his spirit, the fourth spirit came over. This was a thin and handsome young man, who easily reminded people of words like "little milk dog".

"You look no worse than me, so I'd better absorb the spirit of a man. It's safer and more secure. If I really encounter that kind of thing, I'll be on top. "

He opened his mouth and sucked the spirit of the little puppy into his stomach.

.......

The harsh noise vibrated the eardrum, and the full-color LED headlights rotated, creating dazzling light pollution.

Looking around, there were swaying figures and swaying heads, and there was a pungent smell of cigarettes in the air.

This is a bar.

Zhang Yuanqing felt his body swaying uncontrollably, and at the same time grabbed the wine glass on the booth and drank with his friends around him.

In the free and easy emotional venting, in the empty happiness of wine and dice, the little puppy and his friends did not leave until two in the morning.

The two called an online taxi and returned to the rental house. The strong friend helped him open the bedroom door.

Although Zhang Yuanqing could not control his body, he was conscious and noticed that the person possessed was drunk and the blood vessels in his brain were throbbing with pain. He guessed that the other party died of excessive drinking or sudden death?

As he was guessing, the little puppy was thrown on the bed. His friend helped him take off his shoes and pants, covered him with a quilt, and wiped the sweat off his face with a wet tissue.

This friend can be dealt with... Zhang Yuanqing thought.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he found that his friend began to take off his clothes, lifted the quilt, and quickly stripped the little puppy naked.

.... Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong.

At this time, he heard the little puppy mumbling in a daze:

"Husband~"

The "friend" pressed on the little puppy's body, raised the Vaseline in his hand, and said with a mouth full of alcohol:

"Stick your butt up, I'll give you some oil! "

??? Zhang Yuanqing's head "boomed", as if thunder struck his head.

No! No! No!

You can't do this! You can't do this!!

In extreme fear and panic, Zhang Yuanqing forcibly interrupted the reading of his memory.

In the outpatient building, sitting next to the toilet, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had a nightmare, breathing heavily as if he was short of oxygen.

His face was pale, his eyes were terrified, and sweat soaked his back.

"Young man, are you okay?" The auntie sitting next to him asked with concern:

"Have you registered? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand to show that he was fine, rushed into the toilet, turned on the faucet, and splashed handfuls of cold water on his face.

It's terrible, men are terrible!

He suffered the harm that this gender should not have.